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French Fried Movies

You can't give it away... I used to think that maybe it was me. After all, Philip French is lauded far and wide as one of the great movie reviewers, writing for one of Britain's great broadsheet newspapers and every now and again collecting an award for his...

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It’s about time

Blimey. Has it been that long? All tuckered out I guess after my mate did for himself. Not that I was psyched in any way, just knackered from all the input/output. Happened to read a thing about Stephen Fry today, about how he tried suicide (again) last year. He said,...

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‘Bye Marty, and thanks for the invite

Sharing my two minute's worth at Martin's funeral yesterday: I've only got a couple of minutes, which isn't much in the great scheme of things. After all, the universe is 13.77 billion years old. And it took the universe all that time to make a Martin Simmonds....

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Bum notes

Ooh, ooh, ooh... How could I have forgotten Nina, Merle, Joe and The Chieftains? Sorry Mart - I do try my best. Plus, of course, there's the rest of the fifteen hours' worth, but these should cover it for now... Baltimore Nina Simone Thanks for this one Mart -...

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Notes on a life

Since my mate Marty's demise, I've thunk, cried, giggled and raged about the loss of one of my dearest friends. During that time I've daydreamed about the outrageous and ridiculous things we've done together (not least of all sharing each other's accommodation), and...

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Good Grief

I'm just going to type away until something starts to make sense. A while back, I got a phone message from a Canadian phone company, saying that various people had been trying to contact me. Although none of the relevant words like 'father' and 'dead' were present in...

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